My love of books was instilled in me at a young age. Growing up walking distance from Philadelphia’s Free Library, we made regular trips to pick out books to read. It was one of my favorite things to do. To walk into this massive space filled to the brim with books, each filled cover to cover with stories – the stories written on the pages, and the stories of the people who had read them before me. I always loved looking at the slips with the names of people who loaned the books, wondering who they were and what they were doing now. To this day the smell of old books brings back some of my fondest childhood memories.
Have you ever been to the Last Bookstore?
When in LA a couple of months ago, our west coast intern was showing me around downtown LA, where she had recently moved. We walked inside the bookstore, and my breath caught in my throat. The space is massive – the bottom floor holds a record store, coffee shop, and performance space, with huge columns reaching up through the open atrium to the ceiling. The second story, which wraps around the open atrium, is called the Labyrinth. Artists set up installations in the many little rooms, through which you can wander as time becomes nothing but a distant memory. In addition, the Labyrinth holds a maze of hundreds of thousands of vintage books, all priced at one dollar. If you’re ever in LA, I urge you to check this place out – just give yourself plenty of time.
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